Going home from Ayala to Quezon City eats almost 2 hours of my time. Fortunately, I have my officemate, Isabelle (not her real name), to keep me from crying for the lost time in the heavy traffic. We would head out at six p.m. to catch the bus, find ourselves standing for 30 – 45 minutes and talk for the rest of the ride.
We would end up laughing-out-loud making other commuters uncomfortable. I even saw some looking at us, clutching their bag like I’ll steal their donuts inside. But who cares, we paid for the ride and we needed something to release the stress from the unmoving traffic. (more…)
Scratching off the innocence on children’s stories we grew up listening before going to bed, Fairy Tale adaptation is popping out like Gremlins doused with water. It’s thrilling to see Hollywood made the fairy tale invasion in the big screen to cater to an older demographic. Notching up the plot with gruesome monsters, twists that will give your head some serious whiplash and the not-so-subtle sexual scenes that spice up the movie to a few degrees (which should not be in the line of vision of kids), gave me a field day watching it.
Don’t let the title fool you. Though it might look like children’s bedtime stories it’s amped to fit the preference of teens and young adults. Armed with angst, drama, blood, adult humor with a huge dose of special effects – a new race of movies is taking the lead.
Remaking these stories; to a European folk-tale massacre or legend about werewolves and witch hunts give a new feel to these nostalgic tales as old as time. Ripping out the fairytale’s General Viewer Rating, it now echoes a distinct taste of fantasy-reality into the mix. Characters on the screen though formatted on the original tale are more human in the movies. With flaws, misjudgement, giving into carnal needs and being susceptible with vengeance, sense of atonement and death. Showing the characters in a new light gave a more realistic feel and touch to the scenes.
This new side, which was unleashed from the silver screen, gives a bitter-sweet feeling. A sense of betrayal for the seamless characters that was built in our heads is like a knee to the gut watching them being… human. These movies are like an icy wakeup call back to reality.
Classics like Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Sleeping Beauty, Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella, Red Riding Hood and other tales that reach out to the fantasy of the young mind is blended into a morbid premise blanketed by darker themes.
It does question a fantasy-ridden mind, maybe even going far as too shake a long standing of belief on the strength of abstract feeling of love and courage, of unity and humility and the validity of triumph of friendship and compassion. But it’s just a movie, right?
What lurks on the edge of these movie adaptations are lust vanity, greed and death among our favorite sins to list down. Though the children’s tale we were used to have the like ideas, it was subtle and confined into a child friendly view. Giving a story a new vantage point is somewhat refreshing to others having the same story and character romanticized in their memory.
Dissecting the lore of those fairy tales, it can be really dark. Void of any pixie dust and supernatural phenomenon it can really be deadly accurate and realistic, portraying the dark side of the humanity. More like a history lesson than a literary piece. Serving the same morals but with a harder dose, the specialty of these movies lies not on the promise of happily ever after but the lying undertone of is it really happy forever after?
With the end of holiday season comes the end of my binge watching, Dota 2 addiction and stuffing my face with greasy food. The quick page turning of bum days to regular days has drastically changed my awesome routine. Now I have to wear pants to do all that.
Getting out from a holiday comma, you might get disoriented how the society has moved on. You might want to check current events how people fared themselves with the annual hibernation.
It’s on the job description of every friends to keep secrets. They do have the uncouth privilege to taunt you with it every time they see an opening, take it as a payment for keeping the skeletons. But even with the strongest bond of friendship, you still have that one secret you can’t admit to them. And it goes way beyond the weight of wetting your bed when you were five, or getting a boner in church. They became strangers.
Coincidentally, it is much easier to tell and pour all of our deepest dark secrets to a nameless face, a stuffed toy or dirty laundry. Anonymity becomes our trusted friend. (more…)
Y is for the Years I can’t get back
Writing this article is the confirmation for me that I’ve reached the finish line of the very long winding race of college. The idea of a diploma is for my parent’s keepsake that another of their ducklings has reached the surface and will be armed and ready for the dog eat dog world out here. And for my graduation picture to be put beside with the laurels of my over-achiever siblings was a feat of and itself.
W is for wipeout, Believe me.
So, what’s the nicest thing you’ve done when you were much younger? Drawing maybe, or singing in the bathroom perhaps? Rode a bike? If so how did you learn to ride one? With training wheels, perhaps? As for me, it was not as normal as most would have. (more…)
U is for Unearth
I’ve been putting off watching Warm Bodies, with all the negative reviews I’ve read and heard it’s difficult to sway myself to watch it. Thinking it would be like a zombie counterpart of Twilight, without the shirtless men and shining bloodsuckers.
Almost halfway with the movie a dialogue struck me,
“I think some day someone is going to figure this whole thing out and exhume the whole world”.
The optimistic tinge in that line and the underlying metaphor flicked some dying light in me. Lighting up something, not Hope because that would cause a wildfire in me, but a crazy thought. A stupid notion that would inspire me to write this post.
All the vile, unclean, miserable traits of man personified as the zombies littered the society. Infecting the whole world, letting chaos reign, outnumbering the other side in myriads and you’d be like them with just one bite. A perfect picture of reality.
People tend to be afraid, build walls around them, protecting them from the misery. Like the saying goes, “the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing”.
The world is not evil, the world is not vile, the world is not miserable, not originally anyway. The good in the world is buried with all the rubbish accumulated through time, hidden from view and cloaked by despair, but it is there.
But, they found the cure. Turning the zombies into life, gaining back their humanity, it started with visions, with memories, with a touch, with empathy and compassion. Then they realized they found more than that; they found the one thing that exhumed the world, the thing that unearthed the innocence and goodness back. They had the cure for death; they themselves unearth the cure within.
Thinking about it again, I should’ve just blindly followed the reviews to another flick and not watched it at all, not because it was horrible. But because it filled my head with this stupid notion that world can be exhumed. Heartbreaks with your tea don’t sound nice at all. LOL
From Yosemite National Park, California, US. to Japan.
These bags are circling the globe one pit stop at a time and spreading a special kind of love for a special cause. These are “echo” bags, and No that’s not a typo, echoing their advocacy for Special Children all over the World and reverberating the mindset that they can be beyond their disability by focusing on their strength and passion.
The kids behind the artwork of the bags are Miguel Pedroso (11 y/o) and Miggy Ignacio (09 y/o) both diagnosed with autism. Half of the proceeds will go to them while the other half will fund art mentorship programs for persons with disability. Seeing the support from different people from different places sparks the awareness for this issue.
Sending the message of goodwill with these bags keeps the flame brighter paving the way of a clearer future for these kids. Getting in, on the advocacy people all over the world can’t stop to pose for a cause with these bags in tow.
Show your support and like their Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/SpecialAchievers
S is for “Some few years back”, and I feel old just from writing this.
I was watching this video (see above video) and immediately laughed at how the children react to a considerably old device such as a walkman. It was expected of them to react this way, some of us probably did the same while growing up. But there are things that quite took a bite out of me. Let me share it with you now.
Needless to say, I am a “90’s” kid. Yes, the kind that stepped on Legos, played in the mud, and crashed his bike in half. (More on that soon, if time would allow) I did not even get a cellphone until I finished high school (ha!). I did have a computer though. Seeing children react to a walkman made me realize how quick the tide of perspective can transform, and how something you were once used to is now something unrecognizable. I see the kids, lamenting on how in the world past generations were even able to cope without what they currently have. It strikes a clear contrast between the world I saw before and what children see now. Although, seeing them struggle and tap a walkman did tickle my funny bone.
To those of you who do not know what a walkman is, it is an old device capable of playing music on the go. Back then we (yes, I meant we) used ‘casette’ tapes to record stuff and play sound over. It was mostly manually controlled, and had to be ‘flipped’ to play all the songs. Even now, I would not mind using one. Of course the only reason I don’t is because it is quite expensive, personally.
Supposedly, as the computer go-to guy in this magazine, I am a supporter and purveyor of the newest technological marvels; and yes, I am. So why the interest in an age-old, long-gone piece of work? Simple-nostalgia, appreciation, and value. Upon seeing kids react towards the walkman, I pondered if they could come to appreaciate the fact that the generation of people who used these “old-school” technology are probably the same ones who made what they play with now? It bites me to think otherwise.
In the end in my hopes and dreams, I would rear my children (Just in case a girl was foolish enough to marry me) to appreciate the things that has put their generation into where it would be by then. They would hear stories of how their dad was also once a little kid, just like them, curious enough to tinker with a casette player and hear Antonio Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.